She had to be strong. Not truly. She'll rip them apart when they try to nurse. Drogo touched her hair lightly, sliding the silver-blond strands between his fingers and murmuring softly in Dothraki.
The niches were there, as Littlefinger had promised, shallow cuts that would be invisible from below, unless you knew just where to look for them. I will rape their women, take their children as slaves, and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak to bow down beneath the Mother of Mountains. They made their peace at thirty, neither happy with it. I know my men .
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